when he’s sitting behind grey walls so naked all the barbed wires round his life twisted into a rope without comp*ssion for him give a fool enough rope and he’ll hang himself

for the jailers it’s clear they act in the law’s name they can’t conceive what’s right, what’s wrong indeed wretched figures through spyholes ghostly echoes announce the trap door to h*ll can’t be far away

striver stands, lies and sits in his cell and is full of fear when someone unlocks his cell without an actual key scheleton’s eyes are smiling, the smile of eternity he enters the room in order to explain what’s coming

now the die is cast, it is on the record call it fate, call it death it’s just a time game

can you see what it means to be called to account to be called to account by society they’ve got their codes and ethics, logic laws but they don’t give a single d*mn for me

striver stood, lay and sat in his cell and was full of fear when someone unlocked his cell without an actual key scheleton’s eyes are smiling, the smile of eternity he entered the room in order to explain what was coming

now the die is cast, it is on the record call it fate, call it death it’s just a time game

they’ve got their codes and ethics, logic laws they’ve got their codes and ethics, logic laws they’ve got their codes and ethics, logic laws but they don’t give a single d*mn for me